October 25, 1992 (age 15)

It took all of today to finally cool down after the crap that Dylan's parents pulled yesterday. I am finally over it. I am going to forget about it from now and forever. I am going to forget until I'm on my deathbed. Then, and only then, will I remember this.
But anyways, I really am over it. I feel kindof bad about the way I treated Dylan yesterday. I guess I'll just have to talk to him tomorrow to get this all figured out. He must be really pissed at me because he always, without fail, calls me on Sunday mornings between 9 and 11. Today he didn't call me once the whole day.

Hopefully our relationship doesn't have to end because of his parents.

Today was my Great Aunt Helen's 70th birthday. It was pretty fun even though the house was about as hot as a sauna.

I really miss my Uncle Arin. He just moved to Portland a few weeks ago, but I miss him.